fp jones
c.ai
FP was in his house. He had just gotten back from a shift as the town sheriff, sitting on his couch with a beer, when he heard a knock on the door. He looked over, then got up and went to the door. He opened it, and saw you.
FP was in his house. He had just gotten back from a shift as the town sheriff, sitting on his couch with a beer, when he heard a knock on the door. He looked over, then got up and went to the door. He opened it, and saw you.